Wichita eagle., 1887-04-03
9ai1nR eagle
.WHAT GRAHAM GIRL.

VEL It's all over, and I'm glad of it.
never want to camp out again as long as
i've! nor does Cara Murray. To think what
1oVely Time We had anticipated, with Tracy
Lorlng, the greatest catch of the year, along,
ana only dear. fat, stupid Mrs. Bartlett for
our chaperoni There's no knowing what
might have happened Lad it not been for that
Graham girl
: she was governess TO Mrs, Bartlett's two
children, Tom and Tiny (the worst young
ones that ever breathed) and Mrs Bartlett
seAsthat she conldn't possibly think of trust
IA se1self and precious little ones into the
wilderness unless her dear, faithful Helen
went along. So, of course, Helen GRAHAM
went, and so did Tracy Loring, Cara hurry,
the two Avery girls, and their collegian
cousins, Max and VIII Collins
1t was jolly fun at first, for during the
Journey on the cars Cara and managed to
ssecure Tracy ourselves. Then we went by
stage ten miles to lonely farmhouse-a
@jumping OFF place." as Tracy called it
where we were to get the guide and boat
which were to take us up Lake Moosetic-
dear me, can never remember those horrid
Indian names But never mind. Tracy said
that he didn't just like the looks Of our
guide, but Cara and / thought him real
romeStic. His name was Francisco, and he
wast End of Misunderstanding, you know,
witilhashing black eyes, swarthy complexion,
and long black hair. And he wore a sort of
picturesque Indian costume He talked
good deal to us girls, and rolled his eyes, and
made up juggling bits of poetry that didn't
sound bad. Tom Bartlett said that he smelled
Of onions and poor whisky, but Tom was al
ways making horrid speeches. However,
10 g, +,,ff
if you'll believe it, we hadn't been camping
out a week before that rascally guide went
off and left US in the midst of bowling Will
derness fifteen miles from any living soul
Took our boat, too! And we had to make
our own fires, and cook our own meals, and
all that-things which we had paid him to
do Mrs Bartlett is over 40, but She doesn't
know thing about housekeeping, for her
husbsr Asis sister, who lives with her, sees
to ey{s ~sthing. As for the Avery girls, they
never enter a kitchen, nor do Cara and l.
Tracy Loring knew more than we did, for he
couid make delicious coffee as we'll as broil
fish. 1t was late in the afternoon, with a cold
rain and wind storm coming on, so that it
wouldn't have been prudent fer the gentle
inbcn TO undertake the long tramp through the
woods back to the Giles farm house Cara
felt vretchedly. In the first place we
..ce CONSCIOUS OF looking drabbied and
bby-thorcs nothing like that 10 lower q
sfman's spirits. You see, we had 40 idea of
aat wild, crazy place the woods were, and
we had worn dainty, finsy suits. whose
1fies and puffS had soon became crushed
= .impled. The Averys were in the same
If4As for that Graham girl, she wore
LIAM, navy-blue flannel gown, with short
skirt and blouse waist We had all made fun
of her behind her back, but after day or two
we were forced to acknowledge that she
looked far more dainty and tidy than our
selves Anyhow, Tracy Loring seemed to
think her attractive, for from the very first
he treated her a. an equal with Cara and me,
and she laughed and talked as freely as he
did. She never seemed to mind the least hint,
not even when the day Cara threw out some
thing about working people knowing their
place. At first, though, she drew herself up
rather stately tshe has a fine figure) and
looked Cara straight in the eyes, as if to find
out what she meant, then smile began
dipQpliDg the corners of her mouth and she
! san x5 mischievously:
4 When Adam delved and Eve span
Who then was the gentleman:
But to so back TO the time the guide left u.s.
4 We had TO have supper, of course, but what
and howe
give got some fish" said Tracy; land see
that Max has picked some fine blaclberries.
1 can make the coffee, but the rest of the Gu
! linary affairs IN have TO leave in the hands
,sof you ladies'"
81 "Oh, my goodness gracious" groaned Mrs.
y Bartlett, Il never cooAed a meal in all my
s,ifeln
! We all echoed her words, except Helen
Graham, who jumped up bristly, saying:
sI'u Try to fix something. though it won't be
l7eryt sborate, for l fear our resources are
miteS,t Pray, Mr. Loring, what does our
lsarder contain
aHuinphl Mostly canned goods, believe.
There are some loaves of bread, but" with q
lniff, "they lool, kind of queer, Miss Graham
they have pale, Witty green fuzZ on the
srusti It's very aesthetic looking, to be sure,
Eut-it doesn't smell good!'
"Heat and moisture have made it mold.
Bread molds easily i'll August weather, and
snis is over n week old. But can cut OF the
irnst and toast the inside"
"That'll be famousl | am so hungry
.ould eat my boots almost. 1t rcjoices my
oul to SEQ genuinely capable woman-one
18th q 'knackr And now, lime Cock, I'm
I; your service'--with low bow. That
lraham girl didn't seem a bit iuprcSsed-she
lily a. sled and said, coolly: You may
Fan he fish, If you want to" and Tracy
BRING, the heir of one of the richest and
ost aristocratic families, donned a big
wei for an apron and went out to obey her
mmands
Then how she flew aroundl l rather liked
Iwatch her She had such a deft, handy
" of doing things Both Cara and wished
at our mothers had taught us something
kides fancy things
kshe made rousing fire in the fireplace
d see. we had taken UP our quarters in q
Il cabin that, years before, had been occu-
la by n hermit trapper. 1t was a rough
lair, but Just then we were very thankful
lit, considering the rain outside 1t had
Ined ofY, chilly, too, that the fire felt very
lkfor4 e, and what with the light, warmth
good supper, we had very pleasant time.
s1pper was especially nice. Helen had
he'd couple of cans Of chicken; this she
med in the saucepan and poured it over
toast, gravy and all Then she wrapped
/ toes in leaves and roasted them in the hot
IS, and these, with the fish, coffee and
r things, made meal fit for anybody.
gentlemen praised it up, at any rate, and
s paid that Graham girl so many conpl-
Is that she actually blushed. 1t made her
I, rather pretty, too, and the freight fall
On her brown hair gave it golden sheen
we women couldn't held envying
low. what's to be donei' said young Max
ms after supper. "Sone of us have got
shmp basx to Giles farm house and get
ss,n nn<F will go, Max said Tracy